Monday, December 31, 2007

For My Reedie Girls ...

Here's a fictitious story dedicated to my dear girlfriends from the neighborhood, and is reminiscent of our recent night out. In addition to some Christmas cocktails and several rounds of "Santa Baby", we created a little story. This was borne from a conversation that started as a result of my recent blogging about the word "wan." I could never take full credit for this little gemstone .... definitely a group effort. Girls, please feel free to leave a comment if I left something out .... I may have missed something while rolling around on the floor peeing myself from laughter!

You girls are the best!! Here goes ......

One day my ont was walking down the street when somebody opened up a giant umba-rella and hit her in the hay-ed with it. It was a big powerful umba-rella ... so powerful, the collision made her fall out. When it hit her, she fell out onto the payment. Nobody in her faaaaymily was wif her, but some newsy person stepping off the curve nearby sawr what happened (thank goodness it was lighty out so they could still see) and called an ambu-lants. They took her to the ER, as an ambu-lants owees does. It wasn't crowded ... prolly cuz it was Thanksgiving and everybuddy was home ea-in their turkey. They warshed her hay-ed and axed her if she felt okay. She said she did, but she was never right after the umba-rella accident. We lahhhhnched a benefit for her on Valentimes Day to help wif expenses, but the injury was just too bad. She omost lived, but she passed. She's the first person I know killed by an umba-rella.

The End.

Credits: Maggie, Linda, Doreen, Robin, Sue, Jeanette, Kate, me

P.S. - Doreen, don't think I'll soon forget your infamous quote, "What are you supposed to say if it's not "wan" ..... "winded?" bahaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!

2 comments:

Los said...

Hopefully, you'll have a new story in time for your birfday.

Linda said...

OMG that was just too funny. I most fell out my chair lafin. I just got done eatin. JEW EAT? I know its gonna rain cause my arthur is hurtin and chances are Ill need my umberella